Well I'm glad you like my New Model Army. The Remington NMA was produced during the civil war as a "belt pistol" because it could be kept in a flap holster on the belt. It was used by the Army and produced in .44 caliber, where the Navy preferred .36 caliber revolvers like a Colt 1851 Navy or a Remington Navy Beals. The reason the Army preferred .44 was because it could be used for shooting the horse out from under a mounted soldier, the Navy preferred .36 because it used less lead and powder, and they didn't need such a large caliber since there were no cavalry.
My mother was afraid of guns but now she likes shooting with me. It doesn't seem to bug her that my pistol sounds like Dirty Harry's gun, as long as we have hearing protection on it's all good. She does prefer lighter loads, I tend to like hotter ones. She used to have the whole "nothing bigger than a BB gun" policy, but I started becoming interested in gunsmithing and built some muzzleloading firearms. I just started small with a muzzleloading derringer and climbed up to getting a .50 caliber flintlock. She wasn't comfortable with cartridges yet, but when I showed her a Minnie ball for my .50 next to a .22 round she realized that a .22 isn't too big of a cartridge.
I've been collecting ever since. My dad likes shooting with me so much he even got a .22 rifle for himself. Then we went to an auction and bought some more guns. They were so cheap there too! I can't pass up a good .22 rifle for $25 bucks! That's just too good a deal so I got a couple .22 boy's rifles and some shotguns.
I do realize that it is their house and their rules. As I mentioned my father is a little more lenient with my smoking than my mother. He doesn't give me much hassle if I can't sleep and want to go smoke a bowl out back in the moonlight. Heck, he even gave me his old smoking jacket. Of course it smelled like Camels and had some butts in the side pockets, but I like it. I think the reason why he's easier on me is that he gets what a pipe is and what it does for me.
A few months ago I went and got seen by a professional, I have a psychological condition called mesophonia. That literally translates to "hatred of sound" and it's a dreadful condition. My entire family chews and smacks loudly at the dinner table and I'm extremely sensitive to it. They have gotten better but it's still impacting me severely. If someone were to loudly chew some gum next to me for five minutes my shoulders would be strung up and the muscles in my upper back get so tense it feels like a couple musket balls are under my skin. I also get migraines from that and I feel like it's contributing to my insomnia.
Smoking a pipe is my coping mechanism. Nothing relaxes me more than a bowl of good tobacco in the right setting out of my favorite pipe. It's my sedative. A pipe actually really helps me, it's a blessing from God I have such a good way to cope. Of course my mother doesn't get that, she thinks it's just the same as a cigarette. But a pipe gives me absolute peace and tranquility provided I take my time to do it right and in the right setting.
A side not on my Remington, my entire family is trained with firearms. My kid brother is 15 but knows to never touch firearms without the owners permission, he's a very responsible lad. And when I'm out I take my guns off the rack and pop them into my locking gun cabinet. This insures only I have control of them and nobody can walk into the house and have access to a firearm. I do keep a "life preserver" tucked away in case I'm not home and a family member is, in case something goes terribly wrong and a firearm is needed to save the life of my loved ones. They all know said pistol in and out, and know how to shoot it. I think it's a good system.
Take care and keep puffing! :
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~Levi